Then he left me wanting.
When he’d finished cumming, we both leapt from the bed. Cum doesn’t stay where it’s put very long in this house. If it’s not slurped up and swallowed, we both beeline for the bathroom to wash it off. As far as I’m concerned, cum’s great when it’s warm, and fresh from the spout, but when it starts to cool, it’s gag-worthy.
Luckily, Master agrees. Mostly because he’s a little OCD, and has issues with all sorts of things people aren’t ‘supposed to’ have issues with, but most of all, anything slimy, some things that are sticky, and pretty much everything that is considered ‘waste,’ bodily or otherwise.
There are a few exceptions, like the time he came all over me in that old cemetery we found, and made me leave it for the hike back to the car. Or the days that I just can’t be bothered to wash my hair, so I daub out as much as I can with a washcloth, and then leave the rest to dry.
In this case, the bed was drenched with cum and sweat and pussy, and that was all starting to cool, too. Just…ew. So when I was out of the shower, I yanked the sheets off the bed and put on fresh ones. Read more…